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Doctor Who Season 7
Spearhead from Space 3 of 4

Original Air Date: 1970/01/17

It seems awfully deserted.

We're turning over
to automation, General.

It means we can keep
staff down to a minimum.

Splendid. Don't get machines
going on strike, eh?

Your car is waiting for you, General.

Well, goodbye, Mr. Channing.
I hope the replica turns out well.

It's been
a most interesting afternoon.

Goodbye, sir.

It was very good of you
to come down here, General.

- I know how busy you must be.
- My pleasure, gentlemen.

Oh, by the way,

any chance of seeing the model
you're making of me,

before it's
sent to Madame Tussaud's?

Yes, we'll arrange that.

How did you know it was Ransome?

I saw him.
And he was detected.

That is his brain print.

What will you do?

Send an Auton.

But it will kill him!

It is necessary, Hibbert.

He saw the security area and all this.

Think!

Think.

Then you see that it is necessary.

Yes, necessary.

How will it find him?

Please,

please, please, help me.

Just seen more of them soldiers
coming through the village.

Still looking for them
thunderballs, I bet.

They're saying they found one.

That's how
that poor fellow got killed.

Killed? Who got killed?

The soldier who was driving.

They reckon his neck
was broke clean through.

Accident or something?

- According to the army.
- Well then.

Well, drove right off the road,
he did.

Something must've made him do that.

I've never known a woman as
fanciful as you, Meg.

Then, why are the soldiers
still here, then?

Constable Wilkes said that poor
boy's face was terrible to look at.

Something must have frightened him
dreadful afore he died.

Come on, come on.
Try and drink some.

No eyes, no hair.

- The stairs.
- What?

Men creatures!
Made in the factory!

Sergeant, I want this man
sent to HQ, right away.

- Are you getting a reading?
- No.

Oh, well that's it.

I can't think of anything else
we can try.

Well, don't worry, my dear.
We've done our best.

I can't understand it.

We've tried a dozen different
methods of analysis...

and haven't identified
a single element.

Yes, what results can you expect
with this primitive equipment?

Primitive? We've got lasers,
spectographs, micron probes...

Yes, yes, yes, yes,
I know all that.

But what we really need is a...

- ...is a lateral molecular rectifier.
- What on earth's that?

Not on Earth unfortunately.

But I think I have one in the TARDIS.

In there?

Yes. Well, I'm sure
I have one somewhere.

But I'm sure I used one some time
in the past, or was it the future?

Doctor, you really do have
scientific equipment in there?

My dear Liz,
I have an entire laboratory.

- Yes, yes, I'm sure you have.
- No, no, no, it's true.

Well, you think that the TARDIS
isn't big enough, don't you?

That's because you keep looking
at it simply as a police box.

- Well, it is only a police box!
- No, no.

Not once you get inside it,
it isn't.

You see, Liz, the TARDIS is
dimensionally transcendental.

- I see.
- Yes.

Well it would take far too long
to try and explain that to you.

The important thing is that
we've got to get this material analysed.

And you could do that
with your equipment?

Child's play.

The only trouble is Lethbridge-Stewart has
taken away the key and I can't get inside.

Well, I suppose it is your property.

Yes.

Of course...

there is always the possibility that...

you might be able
to persuade him to part with it.

We've drawn a very tight cordon
round the area, sir.

So if anybody has taken it,
they're not going to get far.

Right, sir, I will.

- Here.
- What are you doing?

Civilian here, sir.

Wants to know how much reward
for finding a thunderball.

What's your name?

Seeley, sir, Sam Seeley.

And where do you live, Mr. Seeley?

Local, sir.
Brook Cottage.

All right,

so, you've got something to tell us
about these meteorites?

Me, sir?

You asked if there was
a reward for finding one.

That's right.

- So you know where to find one?
- I never said that, sir.

Then,
why are you interested in a reward?

Well, in case I might
happen come across one like.

Where you out the day
those meteorites landed?

Meteorites? Don't know about that.
Thunderballs I calls them.

So you were out?

Well, I might have been.

Then again, I might not.

Did you see any of them land?

Mr. Seeley, I want the truth.

The Autons have lost Ransome.

- He is beyond their range.
- Suppose he goes to UNIT?

Do you think they will believe him?

They might come here.

Then you will deal with them.

Soon it will be
the final phase of the plan.

But there's still
one energy unit missing.

The swarm leader.
We will find it.

Well, what about Ransome?
Is he safe now?

Unless he returns to the area.

If he does, the Autons
will track him down and destroy him.

Well, the face was smooth, shiny,

it was plastic.
Made in the factory.

Why do you say that?

Well, just before this,
this thing came after me,

I passed a whole line of them.

They were all exactly the same.

It's quite a story, Mr. Ransome.

Yes?

Can I have a word with you,
Brigadier?

Not now, I'm busy.

This is rather important.
You see, the Doctor thinks...

Miss Shaw, your work in this laboratory
is part of one big exercise.

You'll have to be patient.

You say this creature was armed?

It took off its hand,

and there was a sort of tube and
the whole of the arm appeared to be hollow.

Well, you should see
the hole it blasted in the wall.

- Then there was an explosion?
- Yes, I suppose so. Not loud, but it...

it was more like a sort of "swoosh"
that a rocket makes.

And this didn't attract
anybody's attention?

Well, I didn't see a living soul
in that part of the factory.

They seem to have sacked
all the workers.

It's completely automated now.

How long have you been away
in America, Mr. Ransome?

Six months.

None of this was in evidence
before you left?

New production lines,
changing over to automation?

- Not steps that occur overnight, are they?
- I agree with you, sir, but it's happened.

The key.

I'm afraid he's going
to be awfully cross with you.

Well, if you're quick,
he mightn't even miss it.

Hey, it didn't turn
when the Brigadier tried to open it.

Well, that's because the lock
has a metabolism detector.

Miss Shaw,
where's that key?

You've given it to him.

He needed some equipment.

Equipment? I had no idea
you could be so gullible.

That's an excuse.
We shan't see him again.

- What do you mean?
- Listen! He's going.

Just testing.

I wanted to see if the controls...

Doctor, you tricked me.

Yes.

The temptation was too strong,
my dear.

It's just that I couldn't bear the thought
of being tied to one planet and one time.

I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

It won't?

Give me the key, Doctor.

Must I?

Well, the TARDIS no longer works,
as you saw.

Well, will you give me your word
not to try to escape again?

I couldn't escape now if I wanted to.

- They've trapped me here.
- Who have?

That mean, despicable,
underhanded lot.

They've changed
the dematerialisation code.

- The what?
- The demater...

It doesn't matter,
you wouldn't understand anyway.

Well, there's a great deal
that I don't understand.

But one thing I did understand, Doctor,
was that you promised your help.

Yes, well, I've tried
to help you the best way I can,

but I need more evidence,
more to go on.

Well, I think I might
be able to help you.

Sam?

What made you
go back to the factory?

Well, I wanted to try
to talk to George on his own.

And I wanted to get
a look at that security area.

You think he's
afraid of somebody?

I don't know, but...

but this other man who came in...

Did you find out
who the other man was?

Yes, his name's Channing.

Now, he seemed to have
some sort of...

mental hold over George,

almost as if he was hypnotised.

Do you know, Brigadier,

a think perhaps a visit to that plastics
factory would be in order, don't you?

If I don't get home soon, I'm gonna be
in terrible trouble wi'missus!

- Let me go, sir.
- Don't worry, Mr. Seeley,

we'll let your wife know
where you are.

- Now, about the meteorites.
- Look, sir, it's a mistake.

I haven't seen nothing.

If you tell us where it is,
you can go home.

Worth a bit of money, I reckon.

So you do know where there is one?

I might.

Seeley, I'm not going to
bargain with you.

You tell me everything you know,
and tell me quick.

It's less than two miles away.

Aren't you going to arrange
to collect it?

That is being done.

Suppose it stops signalling again?

We're nearly there.

Through the trees,

across the road,

the swarm leader is held
in that small building.

In a trunk?

Couldn't think
of no other place to hide it.

Don't you realise these things
might be dangerous?

This man, sir.
He's found one of the meteorites.

- Where is it?
- At his house, sir.

I was about to take a party
and collect it.

Right. We'll go in my car.

- You know the way, Munro?
- Yes, sir.

Mr. Ransome,
would you mind staying here?

Brigadier, I think we'll come with you,
if you don't mind.

Good, might be as well.

Sergeant, put Seeley in the truck
and keep an eye on him.

Be quiet, Barney.

Stop that row

Barney, what are y'at?

Sam, is that you?

Sam, what do you reckon
you're playing at?

Who are you?
What do you want?

You get away!
My husband's about, you know!

You saw me load it.

Get out of here
or I'll blow a hole in you.

Get back!

I'm not joking.

Get back!

No, you get back.

No.

The signal is muffled.

Search!

We must find it.

We must find it.

Mrs. Seeley? Mrs. Seeley?

Check the...

Get a platoon out here, fast!

Recall!

Recall!

What's happening?

Channing?

UNIT, too many.

Recall!

Recall!

Channing?

There were too many.

What?

The swarm leader has been taken
by UNIT soldiers.

- How do you know that?
- I know.

Why didn't the Auton destroy them?

Because I recalled it.

It is too soon for a major battle.

We must delay UNIT.

Ransome has returned to the area.

We shall also deal with him.

- How is she?
- All right, as far as I can tell.

I think we ought to get her
to hospital though.

Right. I'll lay on an ambulance.

You know, this really is
most interesting.

We must examine it in the laboratory.

What do you make of it?

Well, I was right
about the shape, wasn't I?

The signal must have been muffled
by the metal of that trunk.

- It's most interesting.
- Suppose it explodes, like the other one.

There's no reason why it should
as long as we treat it gently.

- Unless, of course...
- Unless what?

It has a built-in destruct impulse.

In that case,
we'll just have to risk it.

Doctor, suppose that...

thing comes back for it?

Destroy!

Total destruction!

The creature got away
into the woods, sir.

Munro, I want a cordon
round that plastics factory.

- Very good, sir.
- That creature,

robot or whatever it was,
obviously came from there.

Mr. Ransome described
something very like it.

Yes, and until we know a bit
more about these things,

I think we should
move very cautiously.

But he couldn't just
have walked out, sir.

I've had a guard
on the front of the tent all the time.

Never mind about the front.

What about the back?
That's how he got away.

- He must have cut his way out.
- No, he didn't cut his way out,

but somebody cut their way in.

This canvas has been ripped
from the outside.

So they took him from
under our very noses?

If Mr. Ransome is anywhere,
he'll be at that plastics factory.

So I suggest that we go
there immediately.

What an extraordinary story!

What made him say such a thing?

We have to check on it, Mr. Hibbert.

However extraordinary it may be.

I'd like to hear him tell
this story in front of me.

He was coming with us but,
unfortunately, he disappeared.

He was a brilliant young man,
in many ways.

Then, why did you dismiss him?

He had some wild scheme
for making electronic dolls.

The design was quite impractical.

He was very unpleasant
when I turned him down.

So you feel he told this story
just to cause you trouble?

I'm afraid so.

It must have been praying
on his mind.

What exactly are you making here?

Plastic dolls of course.

But our new line
is display mannequins for shops.

We send them all over the country.

And can these "mannequins"
actually move?

Well, they're flexible, of course.
That's why we've captured the market.

But I can assure you,
they can't move on their own.

So Ransome may have been
simply making trouble?

I can't think of another explanation.

Yes, well, I've...

think we've seen all
we can possibly see here.

- I'm sorry if we've been a nuisance.
- Not at all. I'll see you out.

It was the man
who led the raid on the hospital.

- I recognised him from his photograph.
- And what will you do now?

I've put a call through
to General Scobie.

If I can get his authority,
I'll surround the place and raid it.

Here, come over here, you two.

- Look at this.
- Have you got something?

- And what does that thing do?
- It measures mental activity.

It's fascinating, isn't it?

You mean...there's some form of
intelligence inside that globe?

Yes. You know, it's as I suspected.

This globe is only a container.

I wonder whether we can
communicate with it?

Yes?

- Your call to General Scobie, sir.
- Good.

What's that, Stewart?
Auto Plastics?

Yes, I was
there about two hours, why?

I wondered if you'd noticed
anything irregular, sir?

We've had some rather strange
reports about that factory.

Nothing at all.

No, perfectly normal.

Yes, pleasant couple of fellows,
I thought.

Right.

I see. Well,
that sounds pretty serious.

Yes, I'll come and see you
straight away.

I'll give you all the support
you need.

Well, goodbye, Stewart.

No, no!